Further inland to find the perfect umbrella tree
I’ll set up something of an intimate camp,
Your favorite fruit edibles and light comestibles
I’ve even stowed away an after-sunset lamp

I’ll need the light when I begin to recite
The lines of verse I’ve written in your name,
For what is a summer picnic without poetry
To your heart, girl, I’m staking my claim

Look there, to the sky, a half-moon in daylight
The other half? Surely she lies next to me,
My chest provides the perfect headrest
I notice you’re breathing more easily

Trust me, Love, that’s no coincidence
Considering the underappreciated life you live,
You only want to be cared for genuinely
But can you find it in your heart to forgive

Me . . . gosh, a man can be so reckless
His judgement and devotion called into question,
But examine his overall body of work
His potential is worthy of your intercession

Each saint has a past, every sinner a future
Can a picnic offer a chance at redemption?
Come with me and say what’s in your heart
Woman, I’m not asking you for an exemption

From the standards you hold, your invaluable worth
I see you clearly above the fray,
But understand my attempts at self-preservation
There’s much about life a good man must weigh

A summertime picnic can reveal a great deal
How does it feel . . . just being in my company?
The simple pleasure offers the greatest reward
Come bare your feet on the blanket and you’ll agree

Few moments compare to a shared picnic
Listen to my heartbeat, what does it say?
I’ve never seen you breathe so easily
You’re in my arms on Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romance. -Rg2

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